Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 19:10:50 -0700
From: Sam B
Subject: Two Choices Chapter 2
Two Choices
by Sam B.
If you are offended by explicit descriptions of lesbian or heterosexual
sex, or descriptions of sex scenes between family members, or are below the
age of 18 (21 in some states) or it is illegal to view this sort of
material where you live, leave now. You have been warned.
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Two Choices
Chapter 2: Half A Decision
Arriving at home, I shrugged off my backpack and looked around the living
room. I didn't have any sort of urge to do my homework, and I really didn't
want to think about the choice I was facing. Mark was right... I'd have to
decide sooner or later what I wanted. But I didn't have to decide right
this instant, and I didn't want to think about it for at least a few hours.
So I sat down at the TV, and checked the DVR to see what had recorded.
Daily Show and Colbert Report from the previous night were both new, but I
wasn't really in the mood for political commentary. I decided to watch one
of the movies I'd recorded on HBO; "The Mask of Zorro". I'd seen it several
times before, but it never failed to distract me.
I was on the scene where Antonio Banderas cuts off Catherine Zita-Jones'
dress when my sister spoke from directly behind the couch. "She's sexy.
Don't you wish they showed more?"
I jumped about a handspan and turned around. "Stop doing that!" I yelled
and she grinned at me as I paused the TV.
"Have you thought about—" she began.
I nodded. "About your offer? Yeah, and you were right, the Slayers made me
an offer too." She grimaced. "I haven't made up my mind, but I have to make
a choice I guess. There's no staying neutral in your secret war, is there?"
I asked.
She shook her head. "No, there isn't. Now that you know about us, some of
the more extreme of my organization may try to turn you by force. Some of
the more extreme Slayers may try to remove you from my 'influence', to keep
me from adding to the vampire ranks. Not that I would ever turn you against
your will, but they probably think that if you don't show up to their
meeting on Thursday that you're planning on joining us."
I sighed unhappily. "And if I go to their meeting and decide not to join,
they'll assume the same thing," I said, and she nodded. "So I have to
decide by Thursday, I suppose."
She nodded, but then gave me one of her bright, straight-toothed smiles.
"Hey, it's not all bad. At least you get a fantastic body," she said,
leaning over just slightly to let me see her most obvious assets.
"True," I said, trying to keep my voice level and not stare too long.
Thinking quickly, I asked her a question that had actually been on my mind
for a little while. "How are you so tan?" I asked her. "I know it's not
fake, but if you can't go out in the sunlight...."
She grinned. "Moon bathing," she said. "One night under the light of a full
moon, and you're tan as can be. And absolutely zero risk of cancer. Unlike
Slayers, we can't get sick."
I nodded, remembering. "If you know when the Slayers meet, do you know
where?"
Lisa nodded. "Yeah. But we can't enter it. It's consecrated ground.
Besides, it'd be suicide unless we sent our entire group, and even then,
they're always prepared at their meetings, so we'd probably all die anyway,
fighting on their turf."
"How do you know where and when they meet?" I asked.
Lisa smiled. "Not every person who joins the Slayers really wants the gig.
Some of them join knowing that they're gonna act as our spies, and some of
them decide to act as our spies later. And once in a while we catch a
Slayer out and turn her. It's not EASY to turn anyone by force, least of
all a Slayer, but it can be done. It's possible to make even a dead fish
like a Slayer orgasm if you work at it. And that gives you her cum.
Everything from a vampire, you can make someone drink or trick someone into
drinking it. Sweat and saliva are easy to get and blood...." She smiled
again. "So little sister... you want a little... demonstration... of why
being a vampire is so good?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at her suspiciously.
"Oh, don't be so paranoid Sam," she said. "I just wanna take you upstairs
and fuck your brains out."
"Won't that turn me into a vampire?" I asked.
"Not if you don't drink my blood and I don't drink yours," she said,
rolling her eyes. "You didn't say 'no'," she added somewhat hopefully.
"I didn't say 'yes' either," I retorted.
"You still haven't said no. You're gonna do it. Look, I'll be in my room
waiting. When you finally decide you want it, just come up."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked her. "I'm not exactly pretty, and with
your mesmeric gaze you could have any guy or girl you want."
She nodded. "But I want you to join us. And I guarantee, once you've fucked
a vampire, there's no question you'll want to join us." With that she
turned and disappeared up the stairs. I shook my head and turned back to my
movie, but I couldn't get the offer out of my head. Finally I stopped
the movie
and stood up. I sighed lightly before I made my way over to the stairs. I
ascended them slowly. I'd like to say there was an internal struggle, but
there really wasn't. I was going to have sex with my sister, and I was
completely ignoring the tiny portion of my brain that said it was wrong,
that it was incest. She wanted it, I wanted it, and we weren't harming
anyone.
I reached the top of the stairs and turned to walk towards my sister's
room, and pushed the door open without knocking. She lay on her bed naked,
and the sight of her nearly knocked me down. She turned her face to smile
wickedly at me, her violet eyes brilliant in the light. I knew violet was
the color of the contacts she was wearing but I felt my pussy grow wet
regardless. Her breasts were firm, standing straight up, the kind of
breasts that would have made a porn star envious. Her stomach was
well-defined, with more than a hint of six-pack abs, and her pussy was
completely hairless. Her long, perfectly shaped legs completed the entire
effect, which was simply to scream sexiness. What this goddess wanted with
me was beyond my comprehension.
I stripped off my clothes quickly, conscious of the extra fat around my
stomach, of my small breasts, my flat ass, and my formless arms and legs,
but still, Lisa beckoned me to her. As her fingers roamed over my body, I
suddenly felt less ashamed of it, as her slightest touch seemed to send an
electrical shock through me. As she rolled atop me, our eyes met, and she
whispered two simple words. "Fuck me."
At that, it was as though a dam had broken within me as I grabbed the back
of her head and crushed her lips to mine, opening her mouth and sliding my
tongue in, feeling her sharp fangs, though she did not bite down as her own
long tongue snaked into my mouth. We weren't making love, I realized as she
ground into me and I ground back just as forcefully as I could, moaning
into her mouth. We weren't even having sex. We were fucking. It was pure,
animalistic fucking.
She rolled over atop me and covered my mouth and nose with one hand. As I
found I couldn't breath, my arousal just increased, as she continued to
drive her pussy against one of my thighs, and I against one of hers, I felt
myself beginning to lose control even as darkness began to creep into my
vision. She finally released me and I gasped in a deep breath of air, and
screamed out loud, weakly, because I had barely any air in my lungs, as I
exploded in the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt.
I felt my sister's breasts swell slightly against me as she exploded in her
own powerful orgasm, I felt her juices drenching my leg as she came and
came and came in an impossibly long continuous orgasm. When she had finally
finished, she did not imitate me by lying exhausted, but instead, continued
to fuck me. When I realized what she was doing, I resumed my own motions,
grabbing at her shapely ass, desperate to feel any part of her body as the
smell of sweat and girlcum permeated the room.
I was sweating profusely, but the sweat just seemed to bead on her body,
and I smirked as I realized that she WAS in fact, sparkling in the light.
She saw the smirk and leaned in. "That's right Sam... fucking a vampire is
wonderful. Being a vampire is wonderful. Don't you want to be one? Don't
you want a body like mine? Don't you want to feel like I do when you fuck?
Don't you want to be a vampire?"
I screamed out as my second orgasm struck me. "Yes! Yes! I want to be a
vampire! I want to be like you! I want a body like yours!" My body was
shaking uncontrollably against her as she entered her own second orgasm,
another long, seemingly unending one, and then she kept on fucking me.
Again and again I orgasmed, my screams of passion becoming incoherent.
-----
Hours later, we both lay together on the bed, naked. I shivered slightly as
the cool air of the room evaporated the sweat from my body, and Lisa held
me closer to her. "So you weren't just saying that. You do want to be a
vampire?" she asked.
I nodded, kissing her gently. "Yes, I do," I said, before frowning slightly
and sighing. I managed to sit up, and my sister came to sit next to me.
"I'm just..." I shook my head.
"What is it?" Lisa asked.
"I feel sorry for my friends. And the Slayers. That they'll never get to
experience passion like that. Once I'm a vampire, I can recruit my friends,
probably.... But I can't recruit any of the Slayers."
"Well then," Lisa said, sliding off the bed and kneeling on the ground near
me. "Why don't you become a Slayer yourself... and help us recruit and
convert a few? Once they catch on, I can convert you."
The idea excited me greatly, somehow, my pussy began to leak juices again.
"Yes," I said. "Yes, that's what I'll do.... After all... how can anyone
prefer being a Slayer over being something like you?"
"How indeed?" Lisa asked before diving in to eat my pussy.
-----
At school the next day, I found Mark. "I want to do it," I said. "I want to
be a Slayer."
He looked at me, seeming gauging my look. I had perfected my lying look
with LIsa's help the previous night, and he clearly didn't see past the
deception as he smiled. "Good," he said. "Though I hope you realize that
you won't be able to live at your house once the transformation begins.
We'll have to remove you to one of our safe houses in the area. It'll take
a few weeks for your Slayer powers to fully manifest, and in that time, you
will be vulnerable, and a target for vampires. Including your sister."
I nodded. I had expected something like that. "Who'll be watching over me
at this safe house?" I asked, hoping for one of a pair of names Lisa had
given me. Otherwise things were going to be a lot more complicated.
"Lindsay Simon," Mark said to my great relief, though I displayed no
reaction to it. "She's one of our more passionately amti-vampire Slayers,
and I think she'll be a good fit for you." Of course, what Mark didn't know
was that Lindsay was a long-term spy for the vampires. She'd been working
with them for years. The odds were that her failure on this assignment was
going to lead to her discovery, and thus her conversion into a vampire, but
she was already beginning to grow impatient, so she would doubtless see
this as an ideal opportunity once I was able to explain the situation to
her.
"So... what do I have to do?" I asked, hoping I sounded more nervous and
apprehensive than excited.
He gave me a small smile. "Don't worry about it. Just meet up with me after
school tomorrow, and I'll take you to our meeting. Make sure you've packed
a few bags and marked them. Leave them by the door. One of our agents will
pick them up and deliver them to the apartment we'll be putting you up in."
He started to walk away, then stopped, and turned around. "I'm glad you
made the right choice, Sam. I know it can't have been easy for you." He
turned to walk away. A tiny part of me almost felt bad for what I was
doing. Joining up with every intention of betraying him and his
organization. Of converting as many of the Slayers as I could into vampires
before getting myself converted. But it was only a tiny part. I knew that
in reality, I was doing them a service. Freeing them from the bonds of
servitude that would inevitably get them killed, and granting them a life
of immortality, and the freedom to fuck whoever they wanted, whenever they
wanted, wherever they wanted... provided that it wasn't "during the day"
and "outdoors".
-----
That afternoon, into the evening, I enjoyed another torrid marathon fuck
session with Lisa, before I packed bags with all my belongings, clothing
and so forth. Just in case anyone checked, I told Dad and Bobby that I was
going to house sit for a friend of mine for a few weeks... one of the
Slayers called to confirm that it was indeed what I was doing.
School passed by slowly, but eventually it ended, and I sought out Mark
near our customary doorway. He was lounging there with a beautiful girl
about Lisa's age with short hair died a bright red. Have you ever met
someone and just "known" immediately they were gay? That's the sense I got
from her, and her smile at my obvious appraising glance only confirmed it.
When Mark introduced her as Lindsay Simon, I gave her another smile as I
shook her hand and she smiled back. She didn't squeeze my hand, or give me
a wink, so I knew she hadn't yet been briefed as to the plan. I knew there
would almost certainly be listening devices in the apartment... I would
have to find some way to talk to her after the ritual but before I moved in
so we could formulate a plan of action.
We got in Mark's car and drove out to a large mansion on the edge of town,
in back of which was a large wooded area. I didn't know who owned the
mansion... in fact, I didn't even think anyone owned it, even though it was
always well kempt. Mark produced a key, and opened the door into a
cavernous entrance hall. Black marble formed a huge cross shape over twenty
feet high and at least ten feet wide on the floor, the rest of which was
white marble. Staircases ascended along both curved walls to the second
floor, and crosses adorned the walls and the banister. "Welcome to Slayer
central," Mark announced. "Most of us spend our spare time here. It's
consecrated ground, so we're safe from vampires. We can get you a room
here, or you may decide you prefer your apartment like Lindsay here," he
gestured at her, and she smiled. "It's up to you."
A few men and women were appearing at the top of the staircases. All the
women were beautiful, though there was a wide variety of looks. Some had
breasts even larger than Lisa's and large, rounded asses. Some opted for a
simple, petite beauty. The men were handsome, powerful and masculine. I did
notice something a little odd. They seemed to be "in charge" somehow, and
though not every woman was paired off with a man, every man seemed to be
paired off with a woman, and the women paired with men seemed to defer to
the men somehow. Even though I only got a fleeting impression as Mark led
Lindsay and me through the mansion and out the back, I was somewhat
unnerved by the seemingly blatant chauvinism. Also, the obvious lack of
same-sex couples. I could see why Lindsay likely preferred to stay at her
apartment. I could guess the kind of people she brought back would be
disapproved of by this stodgy lot.
We arrived at a clearing, about 30 feet across, at the center of which was
a large tree, towering above all the others in the area. The clearing was
unnaturally circular, as though this particular tree would not permit
others to approach. "Place your left hand against the tree's bark," Mark
said. I did so, feeling kind of foolish. He muttered a few words under his
breath. "Now, repeat after me," he said, and I repeated him as he spoke.
"'I, Samantha Bailey, choose now to leave behind my normal life, and devote
myself to the duties of a Slayer. I take this oath, understanding what is
required of me, and what this choice will cost me. I pledge myself to my
new task with all my heart, and without hesitation.'"
When he finished, Mark handed me a flask. "Keep your hand on the tree. Now
picture the body you want, drink what's in this flask. This will begin the
transformation. As your physical changes take place, so will you gain
slayer powers over time. You'll find your eyesight, hearing, strength,
stamina, everything gradually improves. Within two or three weeks, you'll
be a full-fledged slayer. Until then, stick with Lindsay at all times.
She'll drive you to school, and she'll be waiting outside to pick you up.
You're to stay in your apartment after dark, and you are not to invite
ANYONE inside, under ANY circumstances. They could be a vampire."
I nodded, then pictured in my mind the body I wanted. Breasts like Lisa's,
DDD size. A small waist. And an ass to make Keyra Augustina jealous. I also
wanted some decent muscle definition on my legs, arms, and stomach, but I
wanted to keep feminine curves, soft skin. Oh, and I wanted my hair to
behave, to be thick and lustrous. I drank from the flask and gasped out
loud as I felt a burning, tingling sensation throughout my entire body. I
stubbornly kept my left hand against the tree, and when the burning and
tingling feeling subsided, I gave a relieve sigh. "That's it," Mark said.
"Lindsay will take you to your apartment. Your stuff should be there."
Lindsay led me back through the mansion where I got a round of applause
from the watching slayers, then out to her own car, a rather old, beat-up
model. I guess when you looked like Lindsay, you didn't need a great car. I
should probably describe her. She's got large breasts, D-cup probably, a
thin waist and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of, but her face is
what really sets her off. She's got exotic looking almond-shaped eyes, high
cheekbones, but her face is soft and gentle, rather than angular and
pointed. Her arms and legs are tanned and toned, but not too muscular.
Sooner or later I'd get to see all of her, I knew. I already knew I wanted
to.
Once we were on the way, I smiled at her. "My sister Lisa says hi. She also
says you can trust me. The code phrase is 'there are five apples in the
fruit bowl'." Lindsay looked at me expressionless, then back to the road
and for a moment I thought I had made a terrible blunder, but then she
laughed, silvery and light. "Thank God," she said. "I don't have to deal
with another sanctimonious self-righteous BITCH. Every girl who becomes a
Slayer these days thinks she's helping save the world from the 'evil
vampires'. I dunno about the new guy recruits. You'd think they'd put me
with them...." She looked over at me, and I smiled to tell her I knew.
"Yeah. I'm a lesbian. But they don't even seem to consider the possibility,
they're so locked in their hetero-normative chauvinist society."
She paused. "So I'm guessing you want me to make sure you can be yourself
in your room without all the little video monitoring and listening devices
recording your every move. Consider it done. It all transmits to me and I
report on it. I'll just say situation normal. You don't mind if I watch,
though, do you?" I opened my mouth as though to say I did mind, but then I
realized it actually got me kind of hot. "Oh, that got you excited, didn't
it? Listen, when you've got your body and your abilities, do you want me to
help you... break it in?" she asked.
I smiled. "Sure. It's a date," I said.
-----
With Lindsay's help I was able to get a message to my sister, and on the
third night, she visited me. Already, I was starting to show changes. I had
lost the extra fat, and my waist was a little thinner than it had been. My
breasts had hit large B-cups... one more night and I'd graduate to C-cups
for sure, and they had firmed up so that I really didn't need a bra. My
arms and legs were slightly toned, and there was just a tiny hint of abs on
my stomach. My ass was rounding nicely, though it was still too flat for my
tastes. My lips were a little fuller, my hair was going from brown to red,
and my eyes were changing color from brown to green.
I told my friends I was trying out a new look, and was gradually dying my
hair to the degree of red I wanted. They weren't paying attention to my
eyes. I was wearing baggy clothes to conceal my new development. When it
was no longer possible to conceal my body, I'd just say I was a late
bloomer. Slayers, Mark explained when I visited the mansion, only recruited
from the portion of the population who already knew about vampires. It
limited recruitment, but it kept innocents out of the war.
As soon as Lisa saw me, she jumped me. The sex was mind-blowing, as usual,
but it wasn't any MORE than that. Lisa told me how vampires experienced
heightened pleasure when they had sex, and of course, their orgasms lasted
an incredibly long time. She said that she herself had on occasions spent a
solid five minutes cumming from a single orgasm.
We started planning how to convert people at that point. I found out that
the requirement for conversion was only the tiniest amount of a vampire's
blood, sweat, saliva, and cum and I hit upon an idea. I had Lisa buy me a
bottle of a couple of different kinds of alcohol, and she placed a drop of
her blood, a bead of sweat, and a drop of her saliva in each bottle. That
night when we had sex, I had her cum into a container and placed an eye
dropper full in each of the bottles of alcohol before funneling the rest of
her cum into an empty wine bottle. Thus began my nightly tradition of
drinking a glass or two of my sister's cum with dinner.
Finally, a little over two weeks after my conversion had begun, I spent an
entire Friday night fucking Lisa, and was still for more just before the
sun rose on Saturday and she had to leave. I had my huge breasts, my
massive, firm, fuckable ass, my almost hairless cunt, fiery red hair, green
eyes, a sculpted stomach and long, toned legs and arms.
I took a long shower, masturbating myself, feeling my pussy stretch around
however many fingers I put into it, but returning to virginal tightness as
soon as the fingers left. There was no pain to the stretching however, just
a tingling tightness. Experimenting, I was able to insert my entire hand
into my pussy, something I'd never before come even close to accomplishing,
and I came, hard.
I was toweling myself off, wandering naked around my apartment when my door
opened, and Mark stood inside the door, all six foot one of him, looking
handsome as always. Rather than cover up my body, I let the towel drop to
the floor, and he looked me up and down. "Very nice," he said. "Turn
around." I turned in a slow circle for him, and he smiled. "Very nice
indeed." I noticed a large bulge in his pants. "I need some help with
something," he said.
I smiled at him and crossed the room towards him. Sure, Mark was like a
brother to me, but I was horny as hell, and I wanted it. "I'll say you do,"
I said, kneeling down and unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants down. His
boxers were tenting hugely, and I quickly yanked down his boxers revealing
a massive cock. It had a couple inches on either my brother's or my
father's, fourteen or fifteen inches long, and so thick that even both my
hands could hardly wrap around it. I stroked it a few times as Mark removed
the remainder of his clothing, and I opened my mouth wide to take in his
cock. Even though I had made sure that my modifications made my mouth able
to accommodate practically any cock I could imagine, Mark's was still a
little bit of a tight squeeze. Still, soon I had his entire massive, flared
head in my mouth, and I was licking and sucking it.
After a few minutes, I started to experiment with how much I could take,
and from the sounds Mark was making, he was loving it. My gag reflex was
mostly gone, I realized as I felt his cock enter my throat, and just keep
on going until suddenly I felt my nose touch against his stomach, and
realized I had his entire monster in my mouth. I kept going in and out, in
and out for several minutes until he pulled me off. "If you keep doing
that, I'm gonna cum, and I want to fuck you," he said. I smiled and walked
over to the kitchen table, bending over on it, pressing my breasts down
against it.
"Pick your hole," I said as he walked up behind me. I couldn't believe how
turned on I was. I'd never thought of Mark sexually before, but now, all I
wanted was to feel him inside me. "Pick your hole and impale me with your
enormous fuck rod! Please! I want to feel you inside me, filling me up!"
Mark rubbed his massive cock's head over my pussy entrance and thrust,
bottoming out in a single thrust. There must have been something different
about my body, because there's no way any normal human could have taken all
fourteen or fifteen inches inside her, much less my new body, but he was
able to slide it all inside.
There was a stretching feeling, but the pain I probably should have been
feeling was entirely replaced by pleasure. Mark began to thrust in and out
of me, growling obscenities in my ear. "Take my cock, my beautiful slut,"
he said. "Take my monster cock in your tiny pussy. Do you like that, my
little whore?"
The thing was, I wanted to be his slut. I wanted to be his little whore,
and all I could get out was an ecstatic moan, "YESSSSSSSSSSS!" as he
continued to pound me. Abruptly, he pulled out, and I moaned, pushing
slightly back as though hoping he'd slide back in me. Then he grasped my
hips and put his huge, flared cockhead on my asshole, and, before I had a
chance to think about it, slid his length inside me. I saw stars as my body
exploded with pleasure and I orgasmed hard. I was barely conscious of him
thrusting a few times into my spasming body before he stiffened against me,
and with a primal cry, blasted shot after shot of cum deep inside my
bowels. I collapsed breathless against the table as he pulled out of me.
I couldn't seem to move, which was hard to believe given my improved slayer
stamina, as he dressed. "Such a good slut," he said.
"Yes, I'm a good slut," I agreed as he left. I lay there with cum dripping
out of my ass for a few minutes before I could move. My first action was to
lick the cum that had dripped out of my huge, perfect ass off the table. I
had barely finished that when Lindsay walked in unceremoniously.
"You're bisexual, aren't you?" she asked me. I nodded simply, and she
cursed. "That's not good," she said. At my look of confusion she sighed. "I
thought you were a lesbian, or I would have warned you. If you're
interested in the sex who converts you... always the opposite sex, I might
mention... they'll have power over you. Surely you noticed all those girls
with their guys at the mansion. Surely you noticed the way the guys seemed
to be in charge. That was my converter's goal with me, but I'm a lesbian,
so it didn't work out for him. Mark has power over you. In a month, maybe
two if you're strong-willed, he'll be able to make you do anything he tells
you to, simply by fucking you now and then."
That would be horrible. I'd never be able to join Lisa if that happened.
"How can I stop it?" I asked.
Lindsay smiled. "There are two ways," she said.
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Okay, that's the end of Chapter 2. Some people suggested slayer, and some
suggested vampire, but the suggestion I got that made me most interested
from several people simultaneously was the scenario we see the beginning of
here.
I also got a couple of people making the same request, but I wanted to get
a general feeling on it before I decided whether or not to put it in.
Several people have suggested the possibility of supernatural dickgirls.
(Both a cock and a cunt.) The idea and possibility does interest me, but I
want to get people's perspectives on it. If there is mostly unanimous
agreement that it's a good idea, I may make Sam a dickgirl. If there's
agreement that it's a good idea, but a significant amount of opposition,
I'll probably just add in some peripheral characters. If there's mostly
disagreement but some strong agreement, I may add one or two sections to
the next chapter, and warn people in advance of the sections. If it's
mostly unanimous against, I'll abandon the idea.
Obviously, any other comments and questions are welcome at
sbsilverstars@gmail.com.